Forgotten Sons
๐ต 1973 characters
โฑ๏ธ 14:17 duration
๐ ID: 20607901
๐ Lyrics
Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptised in wars
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another Forgotten Son
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] Armalite, street lights, nightsights
[00:26.64] Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
[00:33.22] Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
[00:38.51] For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
[00:48.06] Boys baptised in wars
[00:54.46] Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
[01:28.15] Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
[01:33.21] Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
[01:42.77] Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
[01:56.62] The wounds that burn so deep
[02:02.69] Your mother sits on the edge of the world
[02:15.53] When the cameras start to roll
[02:17.82] Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
[02:22.37] Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
[02:27.59] Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
[02:35.61] Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
[02:45.21] And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
[04:19.02] I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
[04:24.32] Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
[04:33.50] That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
[04:41.70] Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
[04:49.66] I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
[04:55.66] Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
[05:02.74] To eliminate those who would trespass against you
[05:08.61] For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
[05:19.37] Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
[05:59.61] You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
[06:20.22] When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
[06:25.34] The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
[06:37.54] Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
[06:40.81] Forgotten Sons
[06:54.25] From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
[07:16.28] But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
[07:19.93] On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
[07:28.16] For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
[07:33.35] Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
[07:57.29] Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
[08:27.32] Just another Forgotten Son
[08:37.66]
[00:26.64] Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
[00:33.22] Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
[00:38.51] For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
[00:48.06] Boys baptised in wars
[00:54.46] Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
[01:28.15] Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
[01:33.21] Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
[01:42.77] Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
[01:56.62] The wounds that burn so deep
[02:02.69] Your mother sits on the edge of the world
[02:15.53] When the cameras start to roll
[02:17.82] Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
[02:22.37] Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
[02:27.59] Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
[02:35.61] Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
[02:45.21] And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
[04:19.02] I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
[04:24.32] Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
[04:33.50] That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
[04:41.70] Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
[04:49.66] I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
[04:55.66] Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
[05:02.74] To eliminate those who would trespass against you
[05:08.61] For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
[05:19.37] Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend
[05:59.61] You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
[06:20.22] When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
[06:25.34] The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
[06:37.54] Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
[06:40.81] Forgotten Sons
[06:54.25] From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
[07:16.28] But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
[07:19.93] On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
[07:28.16] For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
[07:33.35] Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
[07:57.29] Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
[08:27.32] Just another Forgotten Son
[08:37.66]